The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 503 Eighth Master Is Caring About Me?

Second Prince's Mansion.

Jun Qingfeng sent the unconscious Jun Qingli back to Jinglian Courtyard, and Qiu Bai hurried to Jingyun Courtyard to find Bai Ling.

"Miss Bai, it's not good, something happened to my master!"

When Bai Ling arrived at Jinglian Courtyard, she saw Jun Qingli with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

As soon as she touched his leg, he groaned softly in a coma, looking very painful.

"Qiu Bai, you go down first and stay outside the door. No one will disturb you." Bai Ling ordered and took out the contents of the medicine box one by one.

After Qiu Bai left, she rolled up Jun Qingli's trousers, and the man's red and swollen knees suddenly came into view.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ling frowned slightly, took the silver needle at hand and began to administer it.

As time passed, the cold sweat on Jun Qingli's forehead grew more and more.

After wiping off his sweat, Bai Ling began to close the needles.

After half of the silver needle was collected, Jun Qingli grunted in pain, and slowly opened his eyes.

After receiving the silver needles, Bai Ling stood up and looked at him, "The Second Prince is awake."

"En." Jun Qingli was very haggard at this moment, and his breath was weak.

"Since you're awake, let's take this." Bai Ling handed him a pill.

"it is good."

Bai Ling sat in front of the couch and looked at him calmly, "Second prince, why did you do this on purpose? You must know that your legs will recover completely soon. It is very important to move your legs at this juncture. All previous efforts may be in vain!"

Jun Qingli pulled the corner of his mouth with a wry smile, "You saw it."

"I've been treating you all this time. I know very well whether this leg was injured on purpose and how." Bai Ling looked serious.

"Miss Bai, you are right, I did it on purpose."

"Why?" Bai Ling frowned.

As a doctor, she hopes that the patients in her hands can recover as soon as possible, so she is very angry at Jun Qingli's behavior that seriously affects the condition due to self-abuse.

"Today I went to see the third prince off, and met an assassin."

With just one sentence, Bai Ling immediately understood the reason. Looking at the thin-lipped and pale Jun Qingli, something pulled her heart down.

After a long time, she said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will treat you for you and let you recover as soon as possible."

"Thank you Miss Bai."

"Knock knock knock..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Bai Ling got up, "The Second Prince lies down first, I'll go and have a look."

"it is good."

Seeing Bai Ling coming out, Qiu Bai asked with concern, "How is my master?"

"He's already awake, go and fry up his usual medicine." Bai Ling ordered.

"Yes."

"It's good that the second brother is fine." Jun Qingchen let go of the worries in his heart, but his frown did not show at all.

"What's wrong with the Eighth Prince, do you need something from me?"

Jun Qingchen nodded, "Miss Bai, come quickly, she is injured!"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment before realizing who he was talking about.

But, why does she feel that Jun Qingchen treats that girl a little differently? Isn't it just an undercover relationship, is there something else?

Soon, Bai Ling followed Jun Qingchen to the Jingxinyuan.

When she arrived in the room, she saw Xue Yang leaning against the soft couch with her pale face, her right arm was already stained red with blood.

"Just now I sealed her acupoints to stop the bleeding. It doesn't seem to have much effect. Miss Bai, please show her the wound."

Bai Ling came to Xue Yang, looked at her blood-soaked arm, frowned, took the scissors and cut her clothes.

"Miss Xueyang, the blood is solidified, and the clothes are on the skin. When I cut off the sleeves, it will hurt a little, bear with it."

Xue Yang nodded, but she didn't say a word during the whole process.

On the other hand, Jun Qingchen who was standing beside her frowned, especially watching the bright red blood slowly flow down, it made him rub the center of his brows.

Cut off the sleeves, revealing the slender lotus root arms, but Xue Yang's arm was almost completely pierced by the knife, and the wound was deep.

Bai Ling checked it again, frowned slightly, and handed over the towel, "Miss Xueyang, there are fine blades left in the wound, I'll pick them out later, you bite this."

"It's okay, I can." Xue Yang shook her head.

"it is good."

Soon, when Bai Ling opened the wound and was groping inside, cold sweat suddenly rolled down from her forehead.

Xue Yang bit the corner of her mouth tightly, but kept silent.

Seeing her trembling in pain, Jun Qingchen's heart trembled, as if someone had pulled her hard.

"Okay." Bai Ling took out the ultrafast fragments from inside, and quickly applied medicine to bandage it.

At this time, Xueyang's chest was slightly heaving, as if she had been relieved, and her small face was completely wet with sweat, and her temple hair was wetly attached to her face, looking both embarrassed and extremely distressing.

After Bai Ling finished the treatment, she handed the wound medicine to Jun Qingchen, "For external use, change the medicine every other day, don't get wet."

"Thank you, Miss Bai." Jun Qingchen immediately looked away from Xue Yang's face.

After sending Bai Ling away, he hurried back, twisted the veil, and gently wiped away the dense sweat from Xue Yang's face.

"Does it hurt?"

Xue Yang nodded, it was an answer.

"Are you a dead person, won't you cry out in pain?" Jun Qingchen suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart.

"What's the use of calling for pain, doesn't it hurt?" Xue Yang frowned.

Jun Qingchen was speechless for a moment, looked at the corner of her bitten mouth, and kissed her without hesitation.

Xue Yang froze when she saw the man's enlarged cheeks in front of her. Just as she was about to push the man away, a bone-piercing pain came from her arm.

Jun Qingchen's kiss was very light and soft, kissing the corner of her bitten mouth, it seemed that she could still smell blood.

After a while, he realized what he was doing, got up hurriedly, his face was a little unnatural, "From now on, don't meddle in your own business?"

"Huh?" Xue Yang was slightly taken aback.

"No matter how bad this king is, it won't be the woman's turn to save me, remember!"

Xueyang laughed immediately, and tried to cheer up, "Ba Ye is caring about me?"

"Who cares about you? What should I care about a stupid and stupid woman?" Jun Qingchen snorted coldly.

Xue Yang chuckled and stopped talking.

The room suddenly became quiet, Jun Qingchen turned around slowly, and secretly looked at the woman leaning on the couch.

At this moment, Xueyang suddenly opened his eyes, and Jun Qingchen looked away hurriedly and unnaturally.

"I'm hungry." Xue Yang said softly.

"Women have a lot of things." Jun Qingchen said, wrinkled, picked up Xueyang, put it on the couch again, carefully avoided her injured arm, and then pulled up the quilt, "You are asleep and want to eat What, I'll do it."

"Whatever, Eighth Master cooks in person, how dare Xue Yang be picky, eat what she cooks." Xue Yang was weak, her lips were pale, and she looked like she had lost too much blood.

"Wait." Jun Qingchen said as he tucked in the quilt for her and went out the door, thinking about troubles while walking.

(End of this chapter)